Slap!

Arthur's hand flew across Tristan's cheek the moment he spotted him. Tristan held his cheek, looking confused. His father had requested him, only to greet him with physical abuse.

"What did I do to deserve this, Father?" Tristan asked calmly, though he was boiling inwardly.

"You seriously asked me that question?" Arthur yelled. "Tristan, if I had a gun, I'd shoot you right now, shoot you countless times because I am very embarrassed!" He yelled painfully and threw a ...